Monday, April 19, 2010

Green Valley of Mine

the green grass of hope
the grass bed of peace and security

Such green seas of mine,
Thou art I longed for you,
Swimming through the seas of green,
Swooning over your tranquility.

How I longed to flow with the current,
As my mind drift away in to the seas of wonders,
Lost in mind ans soul,
My holiday had yet to begun.

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